The doctor gave her a stern glance. “Well, miss, if you want to be admitted, you need to pay. But after seeing your condition, I don’t think you can afford the treatment here!”
“But doctor, please…”
Before Anna could complete her sentence, the doctor cut her off. “Can you please stop shouting! I don’t care whether you die in pain! Remember, no money, no treatment. And if you continue acting like this, I will kick you out of here!”
Anna was about to give birth on the doorstep. She thought of requesting the doctor once again, but before she could say anything, he slammed the clinic door in her face and went inside.
Dejected, Anna decided to go to another hospital. However, the pain was so intense that she couldn’t move a bit. So she just sat there, gripping her stomach and looking for someone to assist her.
Luckily, a kind doctor came out of the clinic and offered her help. “Please come with me, ma’am,” he told Anna as he approached her. “I’ll save your child no matter what!” With that, the doctor escorted her inside, set up a separate ward for her, and ensured that Anna’s delivery went smoothly.
Not long after, Anna delivered a baby boy, but the baby was premature and had to be placed in the NICU immediately.
Poor Anna was so exhausted after the delivery that she didn’t wake up until the next morning when she discovered the obnoxious doctor by her side. “What the hell? Since when did this clinic start admitting beggars like you?!” He looked at her angrily.
“Anyway, It’s not too late to clean the mess. So get up and get out of the hospital!” he added and started “escorting” Anna out of the hospital.
Luckily, at that moment, the kind doctor, Dr. Paul Warner, came in. “Dr. Morgan, what are you doing? She gave birth yesterday, and she’s still weak!” he retorted.
Dr. Morgan gave a fierce glance to Dr. Warner. “Stay out of this, Paul! I’m your senior, and I know what’s best for the clinic. We can’t admit her without the fees! That’s a rule!”
“If that’s the case, I’ll pay her fees,” Dr. Warner said firmly. “But I’m not letting her leave until she and her baby recover completely!”
Dr. Morgan burst out laughing. “You’re such a knucklehead, Paul. I don’t think your bank account will allow it!”
“You don’t need to worry about that doctor,” Dr. Warner continued. “I will pay the bills by tomorrow morning. Mark my words!”
“Alright! But if you’re not able to pay the fees, I’ll kick her out,” Dr. Morgan almost yelled and walked away.
The next day, Anna was on her way to the washroom when she met Dr. Morgan again. “I checked with the accounts department, and the payment hasn’t been made. So pack your bags and get out of this place ASAP!” he ordered her.
“Doctor, just give me until the afternoon. My husband is on his way, and he’ll take care of everything,” Anna assured him.
Dr. Morgan sighed and rolled his eyes. “Do you really want me to believe that? Aren’t you just making up excuses so that you can stay here?”
“Well, doctor, if I’m making excuses, you can throw me out of here in the afternoon!” Anna said firmly and walked away.
To Dr. Morgans’ surprise, Anna’s husband actually showed up at the clinic that afternoon. But when Dr. Morgan saw him, he couldn’t believe his eyes!
“Mr. Carter, you?” he inquired, surprised.
“Yes, David. It’s me. My wife told me everything, and I can’t believe you treated a pregnant woman like that!”
It turned out that Anna was going to give birth in Germany, but her labor began early while her husband was away on a business trip. Anna considered approaching this luxury clinic for assistance because her husband was the primary sponsor there.
Since the pain was severe, she didn’t waste time changing her clothes and went there in her nightgown, forgetting her phone in the process. Dr. Warner kindly offered her his phone, allowing her to contact her husband.
When Dr. Morgan saw her outside the hospital, he mistook her for a poor woman and threatened to kick her out. But now that Dr. Morgan knew Anna wasn’t any random woman asking for help, he realized he had invited huge trouble for himself.
“I had no idea she was your wife, Sir,” Dr. Morgan said quietly. “I apologize for the mistreatment. ”
“How does it matter, David?” Mr. Carter almost yelled at him. “How can you behave like that with any pregnant woman!”
“Well, Sir. I won’t…”
Before Dr. Morgan could finish, Mr. Carter cut him off. “No, David. Nothing can explain what you did. And you should be punished for it. Therefore, I’m firing you! I hope this way you’ll learn your lesson.”
“But Sir, then the maternity ward won’t have a head doctor. Moreover, there aren’t many senior doctors here, and it may take the clinic some time to find one!” Dr. Morgan expressed his thoughts. “So, at the very least, let me stay here till then!”
Mr. Carter smiled at him. “You don’t need to worry about that, doctor! I have appointed someone as the head already,” he said and called Dr. Warner inside. “Let me introduce you to Dr. Warner, the new head.”
Dr. Morgan was shocked. “But Sir, he’s still young, and he’s inexperienced!”
“Well, he deserves to be a doctor and the head, considering how he decided to aid a pregnant woman without considering her status or whether she would have money!”
Dr. Morgan didn’t utter a word. He stood silently with his head bowed down.
Mr. Carter continued. “I don’t think you qualify as a doctor, David. A doctor would always try their best to save a patient! So, please leave and don’t come back here ever again!”
Dr. Morgan walked out of the clinic, embarrassed by what he’d done.
What can we learn from this story?
Don’t judge a book by its cover.
Learn to be humble and kind like Dr. Warner.
Good people always get goodness in return.
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I Told My Wife She Couldn’t Be a Stay-at-Home Mom, but What She Did in Response Left Me Stunned
I Told My Wife She Couldn’t Be a Stay-at-Home Mom, but What She Did in Response Left Me Stunned
When my wife, Lucy, began immersing herself in countless TikTok videos, I never imagined that her newfound interest would lead to her drastically changing our lives.
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I’m Jack, and I’ve been married to my wonderful wife, Lucy, for eight years. We’ve been together for 12 years, sharing a life filled with love, challenges, and the joy of raising our two kids, an 11-year-old son and a 9-year-old daughter. Life has been a journey we’ve navigated as partners, each step of the way supporting one another.
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Lucy and I both work to support our family. I work about 80% of a full-time schedule, while Lucy works 50%. This arrangement has always seemed perfect because it allows one of us to always be there for the kids after school. It’s a system that has worked well and helped us balance our professional and personal lives.
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However, things started to shift about a year ago when Lucy began spending a lot of time watching videos on TikTok about being a “tradwife” also known as a stay-at-home wife. These videos seemed to have sparked something in her because she started talking about how she might want to quit her job and adopt that lifestyle.
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I did not take it seriously, because I thought she was responsible enough not to alter our lives because of a romanticized lifestyle. I was shocked when one evening, while we were cleaning up after dinner, Lucy brought it up again.
She had that hopeful look in her eyes as she said, “Imagine coming home to a freshly cooked meal every day, and everything organized and calm. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
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I paused, putting the dishes down, and replied, “Lucy, you know I appreciate all that you do and the idea sounds nice, but I think our current setup works great for us.”
“The kids are in school all day, and we’ve managed to keep everything running smoothly without needing to change who works and who stays home,” I continued.
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Lucy seemed a bit disappointed but nodded, understanding where I was coming from. I added, “Plus, our kids aren’t little anymore. They’re pretty independent. And honestly, I don’t think our house needs that much upkeep to require one of us at home full-time.”
I could tell she wasn’t entirely convinced, but she let the conversation drop for the night. However, it was clear this was a topic that wasn’t going away anytime soon. Lucy never stopped suggesting to quit her job but each time I tried to kindly tell her that our current work-life balance was ideal for our family’s needs and financial security.
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I really did not understand the fuss and reason behind wanting to drastically change our lives. I also love that my kids get to grow up seeing both parents contributing to the household in various ways.
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One Saturday morning, as we sat at the kitchen table with our coffee, Lucy brought it up again. “Jack, I’ve been thinking a lot about this,” she started, her tone serious. “I really believe I could make a big difference in our home’s atmosphere. It’s not just about cleaning or cooking; it’s about creating a nurturing environment for us and the kids. A calm house where you can relax after work.”
I listened, knowing this was important to her. “Lucy, I understand what you’re saying, and I love that you want to make our home even more welcoming. But aren’t we managing that already? You do so much, and I try to do my part. Why change everything?”
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She sighed, a little frustrated. “Because it’s not the same, Jack. Right now, everything feels rushed. We’re always trying to catch up with chores, cooking, or the kids’ activities. If I were at home full-time, I could handle those things better, making life less stressful for all of us.”
Her point was valid, but the practical side of me kicked in. “Lucy, think about the impact on our finances. And what about your career? You’ve worked so hard to get where you are. Do you really want to give that up?”
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Lucy’s face showed determination. “Yes, I’m willing to do that. I think it’s worth it for the well-being of our family.”
“Lucy, it just doesn’t make sense right now. The kids are growing up; they’ll be more independent each year. And we both enjoy our jobs, don’t we?”
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“Yes, I love my job, but I love our family more. I want to do this for us, Jack. Can’t you see how much it means to me?” Lucy continued to emphasize.
The argument didn’t conclude with an agreement. Instead, it ended with Lucy shutting down. From that day, things between us began to change subtly.
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After another day of barely speaking to each other, Lucy decided to make her point in a way that was impossible to ignore. She stopped engaging in our relationship as a partner and stopped cooking and cleaning to show me what it would be like if she stayed home.
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However, nothing changed. After weeks of tension and quiet dinners, I came home from work one evening, exhausted but hopeful as my birthday was just around the corner. I walked into the living room and I was greeted with a bunch of beautifully wrapped gifts laid out across our dining table. My heart lifted a bit. I thought Lucy was trying to mend things between us with a surprise.
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As I walked closer, I started inspecting the gifts. They were elegantly wrapped, each with a card attached. I picked up one but as I read the card, my confusion mounted. It wasn’t addressed to me. The note was for Lucy, filled with words of gratitude and well-wishes for the future. The last line hit me hard: “It was such a pleasure working alongside you, and I wish you all the best moving forward.”
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My hands trembled slightly as I set the card down and opened another. Again, the message was similar, clearly meant for Lucy from her colleagues. Each card unfolded more of the reality I hadn’t seen coming—Lucy had quit her job.
I was still processing this when Lucy walked in. She seemed calm, almost nonchalant, as if nothing unusual had happened. Seeing the shock on my face and the cards in my hand, she must have known what I’d discovered.
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“What’s this, Lucy? Why didn’t you tell me you were quitting your job?” I asked, my voice a mix of surprise and frustration.
Lucy sighed, “I told you I was serious, Jack. I thought a lot about this. It’s what I need to do—for me, for us.”
“But quitting your job without even discussing it with me? How is that supposed to help us?” I couldn’t keep the disappointment from my voice.
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Lucy’s response was firm, her eyes meeting mine squarely. “You wouldn’t listen, Jack. You just kept saying it didn’t make sense, but this isn’t just about sense. It’s about what I feel is right for our family. I needed to do something drastic to show you how committed I am to this change.”
“But we’re supposed to be partners, Lucy. Decisions like this affect both of us, our kids, and our future. You’ve just turned everything upside down.”
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Lucy moved closer, her expression softening. “I know, and I’m sorry for surprising you like this. But sometimes, you have to force change when it feels necessary. I hope, in time, you’ll see the benefits.”
That night, we didn’t resolve anything. The presents on the table started to annoy me because they were a reminder and the reason behind the hostility in my house. But I was not willing for this to be the way we handled disagreements.
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I needed Lucy to see that we were a team and these kinds of drastic decisions could not be made without both of us agreeing and carefully planning for the future. So I started to think hard and finally came up with a perfect plan, and hoped it did not backfire.
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The day I decided to execute my plan, I was nervous but I thought of the bigger picture. I came home from work and as I stepped inside, I announced, “Pack up, everyone. We’re moving.” Lucy, who was setting the table for dinner, froze her fork halfway to the tablecloth. The kids looked up, confusion spreading across their faces.
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“What are you talking about, Jack?” Lucy asked. Her voice was a mix of surprise and concern.
I held up a stack of papers I had prepared earlier. “I sold the house. We’re moving to a small village. If you want to be a tradwife, let’s go all the way. It’s more traditional there, and I can work remotely. It’ll be the perfect setup for what you want.”
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The room went silent for a moment before Lucy’s astonishment turned into anger. “You sold our home without asking me? Without even a discussion?”
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I tried to keep my composure, even though my heart was racing. “Yes, I did. You’ll get over it.” Lucy’s face reddened, her eyes blazing. “Get over it? Just like that? Do you think you can make such huge decisions alone?”
The kids started to sense the tension and quietly left the room to give us space. Seeing her reaction, I knew I had made my point, but perhaps too forcefully. I sighed and lowered the papers, showing her the top sheet more clearly. “Look at them, Lucy.”
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She snatched the papers from my hand and quickly skimmed them. Her anger turned to confusion and then relief as she realized what was happening. “This… this is a joke? You didn’t sell the house?”
I shook my head. “No, I didn’t sell our house. These are fake. I wanted to show you how it feels when someone makes a big life decision without your input. I’m sorry for scaring you, but I needed you to understand.”
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Lucy put the papers down, took a deep breath, and sat down. “That was cruel, Jack, but I get your point. I shouldn’t have made such a big decision about quitting my job without discussing it with you thoroughly.”
We sat down at the kitchen table and remained silent for a few minutes. Then I looked up and said, “Let’s really talk this through. No more games or drastic actions. We need to make decisions together, as partners.”
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Lucy nodded, her hand reaching across the table to squeeze mine. “Agreed. Let’s figure this out, together.”
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